Fry Girl vs. The Apache Burger

Through the winding streets of the San Carlos community I came upon a school bus unloading its innocent cargo. I asked an awaiting mother, "Can you tell me where to find the Apache Burger?"

Her reaction told me she knew of the beast. "It's that way," she pointed, "but the restaurant might be closed." A helpful gesture? A warning? Or was this a town possessed? My hunger was getting the best of me.

Real or not. I was determined to find this elusive and mysterious burger beast, whose rumored size raised eyebrows. Find it I must. Fight it I would, knowing the sweet taste of victory or the sour taste of defeat would be waiting.

Follow along, my fast-food friends, in this week's column to see how the mystery ends.